Oriens

One notes of rusted strings I see myself in tears Now the sky has been brushed With strokes of light I've never seen these bask winds Past days in oriens are dying Where icy nights have marked my taste, and memories On endless and unknown paths I feel the wind messing me This cold caress under the rust, of pressing time BENEATH THE SHADOW OF MY PAST I SAW PROPHETIC VISIONS OF FUTURE Words of regret, screams through the silence I have no reasons to remember days gone We're leading to, the mystic oriens While sorrows fly away Behind our masks A global sick is rising And I was drowning in it This world is being destroyed But I dig it from within To find a light beyond